Bad Juju Pulse Rifle Exotic "As an army, they rose, As an army, they fell The Templar's legions, all riddled with shells. More would come, And more would fall, At the feet of one guardian, standing tall. Ne'er once did a magazine drop from his hand, yet he never stopped shooting, as he made his stand. Try as they might, they were cut in half, As the guardian let loose a sinister laugh. In the end, as the last few seconds drew near, The Templar, the machines, all began to know fear."